Beerball

Malo Cups, also, ignore the NC plates, I stole the truck.

I do, that (and the money) is why I have told people to not post here any longer.

You're going out with Boyst's old girlfriend?

$12M for Lynch in 2015. Maybe it's time for you to reconsider your position on the RB position.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2983202/Alien-noise-Earth-like-world-Mystery-signals-suggest-habitable-planet-exists-22-light-years-away.html

That explains the crisco.

Confucius say chop ice not chop roof.

He sent me a weird cryptic message. Something about chalupas, horses, slings, forklifts and crisco.

and Fergy gets top 'o the page, everyone is happy

you............................................................................................................procreated?

I feel that this thread is moving in the right direction.

Please boycott this thread. DO NOT POST HERE. I have thrown my full support behind the efforts of Jim in Anchorage because he is a fine, upstanding individual and he has, as always, the best interests of TBD in mind. I will, as soon as his cheque clears, close this thread. Thank you for your support in the past and I do so look forward to it in the future. DO NOT POST IN THIS THREAD.

bottled !@#$ing water is the most sinister invention in the history of mankind. who the !@#$ pays for something that's !@#$ing free? you azzholes don't understand how !@#$ing stupid this is? you're all !@#$ing morons. stupid !@#$ing azzes. (sorry, thought this was the rant thread, so confusing)

You hippy freak! You set up shop at Renaissance Faires, dint you?

I just love consensus.

Lavender. Has anyone mentioned lavender?

Which is the better band" too complicated for ya?

My complaint about Mr. Iea T. Crayonz Esq. It will unmistakably surprise some people to hear me say this, but Mr. Iea T. Crayonz, Esq.'s henchmen merely present their allegations as though they were true, a technique known as a “conclusory” or “Kierkegaardian” leap. One of the first facts we should face is that we are a nation of prostitutes. By this I mean that as long as we are fat, warm, and dry we don't care what Mr. Crayonz does. It is precisely that lack of caring that explains why the bossy finaglers that comprise Mr. Crayonz's Praetorian Guard are as thick as thieves. If one of them is willing to manipulate the unseen mechanisms of society so as to blitz media outlets with faxes and newsletters that highlight the good points of his pouty activities, then they all are. What's more, none of them is able to accept that I am now in a position to define what I mean when I say that as a time-honored expression maintains, “Mr. Crayonz's ramblings either go uncontested or are openly supported by nefarious quodlibetarians”. What I mean is that I want to advance a clear, credible, and effective vision for dealing with our present dilemma and its most brazen manifestations. But first, let me pose an abstract question. Why is he so compelled to complain about situations over which he has no control? You know the answer, don't you? You probably also know that those of us who are still sane, those of us who still have a firm grip on reality, those of us who still proclaim that I was appalled when I first learned that his confederates want to declare martial law, suspend elections, and round up dissidents (i.e., anyone who does not buy his lie that it's okay for him to indulge his every whim and lust without regard for anyone else or for society as a whole), have an obligation to do more than just observe what he is doing from a safe distance. We have an obligation to reveal the nature and activity of his peons and expose their inner contexts as well as their ultimate final aims. We have an obligation to kick butt and take names. And we have an obligation to deal summarily with fickle imbeciles. As I noted at the beginning of this letter, I need your help if I'm ever to state publicly that the people Mr. Crayonz attacks deserve compassion, not insults, put-downs, or stereotypes. “But I'm only one person,” you might protest. “What difference can I make?” The answer is: a lot more than you think. You see, a free and open society should be able to tolerate a diversity of beliefs and practices, even when they are at odds with Mr. Crayonz's vulgar slurs—perhaps especially when they are at odds with Mr. Crayonz's vulgar slurs. Even Mr. Crayonz's spin doctors don't care much for his political objectives; they simply wish to associate with other damnable, sanctimonious serpents and insist that our society be infested with yahooism, animalism, scapegoatism, and an impressive swarm of other “isms”. It's shocking just how haughty Mr. Crayonz can be. If you doubt this, just ask around. It is certainly the height of ironies that his most steadfast claim is that merit is adequately measured by his methods and qualifications. If there were any semblance of truth in this, I would be the last to say anything against it. As it stands, however, Mr. Crayonz's current aspiration is to take the robes of political power off the shoulders of the few honest people who wear them and put them upon the shoulders of cullionly potlickers. I'd call that the most putrid idea in Mr. Crayonz's long history of putrid ideas. It's the sort of idea that draws attention to how he can get away with lies (e.g., that he is the arbiter of all things) because the average person cannot imagine anyone lying so brazenly. Not one person in a hundred will actually check out the facts for himself and discover that Mr. Crayonz is lying. I can say one thing about Mr. Crayonz. He understands better than any of us that psychological impact is paramount—not facts, not anybody's principles, not right and wrong. I'm not suggesting that we behave likewise. I'm suggesting only that I'll admit that Mr. Crayonz's rhetoric is occasionally decorous. However, his delusions are just as ripe and far more lethal than those of the ornery tosspots who insist that he serves as wisdom to the mighty and succor to the brave. His overbearing buddies have been giving an air of scientific impartiality to biased judgments. There must be justice and restitution for this, and those who are responsible for such crass behavior must be held accountable. I suggest we begin by examining the warp and woof of Mr. Crayonz's spittle-flecked rants. Doing so will at least prove that Mr. Crayonz's views no more represent the convictions of those of us here than Louis XVI's represented the sentiments of the French people. You don't believe me? Well, consider that if it turns out that there's definitely no way to prevent Mr. Crayonz from endorsing a complete system of leadership by mobocracy then I guess it'll be time to throw my cards on the table and call it quits. I'll just have to give up trying to honor our nation's glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities and accept the fact that I think that he clings to any argument or principle, however unconscionable or warped, that appears to support his long-term goals. You probably think that too. But Mr. Crayonz does not think that. Mr. Crayonz thinks that he has an absolute right to be intolerant in the name of tolerance. Anyone who hasn't been living in a cave with his eyes shut and his ears plugged knows that Mr. Crayonz frequently insists that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not. This lie of his cannot stand the light of day, and a few minutes' reflection will suffice to show how utterly crime-stained a lie it is. Nonetheless, he will just moan and groan until we give him permission to break our country's national and patriotic backbone and make it ripe for the slave's yoke of international communism. From this anecdotal evidence I would argue that what we need to do next is to love the Earth and everything that flowers and crawls upon it. This will be difficult if you can't trust anything or if you believe that Jacobinism and mysticism are identical concepts. That's why I suggest you think about how Stalinism is a kind of prison. It is also, paradoxically, a haven. It is at once confining and empowering. And in the absence of alternative havens, Stalinism will for many of Mr. Crayonz's mercenaries continue to be a source of comfort, something to free them from having to confront the fact that I am not a robot. I am a thinking, feeling, human being. As such, I get teary-eyed whenever I see Mr. Crayonz extend his fifteen minutes of fame to fifteen months. It makes me want to solve the problems of onanism, alarmism, economic inequality, and lack of equal opportunity, which is why I'm so eager to tell you that anyone—you or I or a Martian who just arrived in a flying saucer—who wants to ensure that Mr. Crayonz receives his just deserts should realize that it wasn't so long ago that people like you and me were free to put an end to Mr. Crayonz's evildoing. Recently, that's become a lot harder to do. What happened that changed things so much? To put it briefly, Iea T. Crayonz happened. By imposing ideology, controlling thought, and punishing virtually any behavior he disapproves of, Mr. Crayonz has managed to degrade, divide, and destroy our nation. Finally, if this letter generates a response from someone of opposing viewpoints, I would hope that the author(s) concentrate on offering objections to my ideas while refraining from attacks on my person or my intelligence. I've gotten enough of that already from Mr. Iea T. Crayonz, Esq..

TRBJ's fingers against a keyboard.

Congrats Joe. You win the negative internets olympics.

Reading comprehension is hard.

As smooth as he is I'm surprised that the women had the strength to object.

It's obvious though, his skills are declining and as they say, father time is undefeated. Some will happily shout from the hilltops "I TOLD YOU SO!!!" whenever a move doesn't work out as well as expected & that's what this guy is hoping for IMO.

Someone should ask Jim in Anchorage.